by Gail Ruise on One Midtown Kitchen has an amazing ambiance. The place is perfectly lit for romantic occasions or social gatherings with close friends. The restaurant decor and furniture is clean, sleek, and inviting. It's a real retreat from the loud and overly crowed Two Urban Licks. It's hard leaving the place not feeling fully satisfied. I leave there heavy stomach but light hearted. I'm so cheesy... yummm, I love cheese.
by Daryl Ginn on Look, the fact is, no matter how heinously decorated and/or populated your establishment is, if you melt cheese in a bowl dotted with crispy, salty pieces of perrperoni-esque meat, and set it down in front of me with a glass of whisk(e)y on the side, you are getting 3 stars from me. - You can have 37 televisions blaring from every corner of the room (Jillian's does) and still get three stars. - You can have a ceiling so high, a dining room so vast and cavernous, and a noise level so horrifically intolerable, one must be a lip-reader to carry on a conversation or place an order (Jillian's does) and still get three stars. - You can have sky-high prices and a bizarrely random clientele (Jillian's does) and still get three stars. THREE STARS! Melted cheese with salty meat!
by Loan T. on What was I thinking? Or, maybe, "not thinking?" Okay, so I made the mistake of coming here, it happens, let's move on. Alright, so my duties require me having to go to such places to scope them out. I wouldn't have gone to this place on my own will, and won't ever. So, I have no idea why this place has a massive line outside. It doesn't seem worth the wait. When I went in, it wasn't even packed, so I think the line outside is to give the illusion that this place is the place to be, 'oh, it's so poppin!' NOT! Thankfully, I got in without any problems bc the promoters were expecting me (wonder if I'll get in trouble for calling this place out), but I have to review it, honestly. The security here is really annoying, especially the butch security guards, which, if they weren't so dang happy with their job it's not my fault, so don't give me attitude. Anyhow, it's overkill. I practically wanted to smack the security woman with my purse bc she took every last thing out of my bag, and I STILL DIDN'T get the green light until every last zipper including my effing pocket wallet was SKIMMED through. Like someone mentioned earlier, it's like airport security. Argh. And it doesn't help that when I get irritated, I get irritated, but I was with people, so I had to maintain composure and check my attitude and tell myself "they are just doing their job, they are just doing their job. Be calm." The place is pretty big. There's a stage area where some wanna-be "hey I think I look like Sean Paul" guys with their corn rolls, collared shirts and sweater vests, trying to be like 'hey! look at me, I got the 'tude!' were dancing. Uh no. And No...and no! Also, my poor friend that I had come out here with me, had guys on her like MAGGOTS! If only I had a broom of some sort to knock them off her or smush them off, I would have. You know that saying "can't get the monkey off his back" the one that applied to Peyton Manning before he finally went and won the Championship. Well, it was like my friend couldn't get these monkeys off her back. It took us leaving to get that done! Still NO. No again. I won't go out of my way for this place again.
